Section 115

That's right~

This is Jiang Yan's Chonghe Taoist breath.

Suppressing the ghost realm is a masterpiece.

He's done warming up.

The kimonoed female ghost arrived as expected, descended from the apex of the parabola, and met his big flying foot.

The size 43 feet quickly enlarged in the female ghost's eyes.

Ignoring her pleas.

Bang~~~

The big footprints were printed on the female ghost's face.

Her body, which had not yet landed, was kicked high into the air again.

Like a powerless rubber ball, Jiang Yan was beaten at will.

…

the other side.

Mr. Sun Weiguo has already received Xiao Yingying.

With tears in his eyes, he held his granddaughter tightly.

But I haven't had time to say a few words.

"ah!!!"

Then he heard the sharp roar coming from the kimono female ghost.

Mr. Sun Weiguo's face darkened: "The situation seems to be a little bad. The devil's scream is so sharp and the momentum is rampant. The little saint is afraid that he will be at a disadvantage."

Xiao Yingying also said worriedly with a vague understanding: "Grandpa, is the elder brother encountering difficulties?"

The 30 million viewers in the live broadcast room were even more worried: "I just regret that we can't help. The little saint must hold on! Hold on!!!"

"The woman roared so loudly. Maybe she has a great advantage. If the little saint can't hold on, Nancheng will be gone."

"It's so painful. I feel so bad when I think that the little saint is being suppressed or even hurt by the evil ghost at this moment."

"How painful it must be for him to be cursed by the super-level evil ghost. Old man, please take little Yingying away quickly. Don't sacrifice yourself."

Mr. Sun's brows tightened, and the hand holding the steel gun tightened, loosened, and tightened again.

As if hesitating for something.

until……

The second scream of the female ghost came again.

"ah!!!"

The sound was harsh and shrill.

Like extreme anger.

Mr. Sun no longer hesitated.

Gritting her teeth, she touched Xiao Yingying's head and said, "Yingying, you wait here for grandpa. If grandpa and eldest brother haven't come back in an hour, you can hide next to the statues of uncles and uncles." ”

"Okay." Xiao Yingying nodded sensibly, "Grandpa must come back. Yingying is waiting for you here."

The old man thought that because he was not disturbed by evil spirits, he was actually protected by heroic spirits.

He stood up, faced the seventy-two statues of heroic spirits, and said sincerely: "Comrades, thank you for protecting Yingying."

"Old Suntou would like to make a bold request, please save the little saint!"

"If you can defend a clear place in the territory of the super-level fierce ghost, you will definitely be no weaker than that super-level fierce ghost. Please show your spirit and protect the little saint!"

All heroic spirits: "..."

“(￣ェ￣;)(￣ェ￣;)(￣ェ￣;)”

“ヾ(￣□￣;)ヾ(￣□￣;)ヾ(￣□￣;)(╯□)╯︵┻━┻”

Lao Suntou, you Ta Miao can really joke!

Is that how we protect others?

It was obvious that someone just randomly drew a formation and protected us! ! !

"Embarrassing. Old Sun Tou definitely can't imagine what the little saint is doing."

"He thought it was a female ghost who was howling in triumph... He may not know that sometimes the ghosts howl are particularly sad. In addition to pretending to be cool, it may also be because they were really beaten too badly."

"What a great comment... This little saint is really ruthless. He shows no mercy at all when he attacks at such a young age. I saw that super-level female ghost was almost beaten into a pulp by him. Where did he get his cultivation level from? , so scary.”

"Ahem, he really has a saint's heart and Shura's methods, but his skin is so strong. What kind of slogan is it? Why does he seem to be particularly energetic when he shouts such a slogan?"

Looking at these seventy-two statues, I didn’t give myself any feedback.

Mr. Sun Weiguo took a deep breath, held up his gun, and left the formation without hesitation, diving into the darkness.

He walked towards the source of the sound with great courage.

The 30 million viewers in the live broadcast room were in tears.

The old man is desperate to live and die with the little saint.

Do it knowing you can't do it.

"Let's pray for them together!"

The bullet screens were all filled with expressions of hands folded. Tens of millions of netizens couldn't control themselves at this moment and became increasingly worried.

However~~~

The closer.

The old man suddenly discovered it.

This horse riding...

Something is wrong.

The frequency of Li Gui's screams became higher and higher.

To the back, it is almost connected.

And often, the last tune of Li Xiao ends abruptly before it ends, as if something happened and was directly interrupted.

If a normal person shouts like this, there is only one possibility, that is, he is being beaten.

Mr. Sun dared to think so, and his steps became heavier: "Is this fierce ghost increasing the frequency of attacks? Is this some kind of slogan?"

He walked faster.

At this moment.

A figure suddenly broke through the darkness, flying straight towards him like a football being kicked away with all its strength.

Mr. Sun's body trembled.

He shouted: "Come on!! I will fight with you!!"

Result~~

The figure crashed down at his feet.

It directly cracked the concrete floor.

The old man looked down.

Take a breath.

What the hell is this? This is it! !

It looks like a humanoid, but doesn't look like a humanoid.

Every inch of his body was twisted, and there were bruises and swollen everywhere, making his rather small figure look like a steamed bun.

This thing looked up.

There wasn't even a single piece of flesh on that face. It could only be vaguely seen that this seemed to be a human being?

"Female... female ghost?"

Mr. Sun's expression probably looked like this: o(Д)っ! (Д)(#Д)

Three points of horror, three points of anticipation, and four points of disbelief.

Could this be a female ghost?

If so, that would be great! !

Not waiting for him to take a closer look.

As if it had grasped a life-saving straw, the human-shaped ghost suddenly climbed two steps and held the feet of Mr. Sun Weiguo. It cried out in a shrill and tragic way: "Help me..."

"Dear old man from Kyushu, please save me."

"I really can't bear it anymore. He's too scary."